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kyom1s · 2 years

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HI OMG I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR NOCTYX X READER BLOGS djdgdjdj can I request hcs of noctyx members and a clingy gn reader? if that's too vague I mean perhaps like a vtuber reader who likes talking about their boy all the time that it's very noticeable to the rest of nijien, gets visibly excited when he shows up in chat or in the stream, likes cuddling with him and such? basically a reader with huge golden retriever energy

NOCTYX WITH A CLINGY READER !!

NOCTYX X GN!READER | NO WARNINGS, JUST FLUFF WORD COUNT : 3.2K

i'm so so so sorry if this took so long !! TT i wasn't feeling so good for awhile but now i managed to finish it. sorry if it's too short esp at the last few parts !! i did my best, please enjoyy

FULGUR OVID

Fulgur just turns soft <3 it's adorable soo honestly.

When you're the one on stream, and there's even the SLIGHTEST mention of Fulgur. the 'gushing over Fuu-chan' session is in action

Clippers are now in action too ! They'll tag him on twitter which results in him tagging you too

"Y/n please explain" "The explanation is already in the clip. you're cute."

He's flustered yes, but he refuses to show it LOL

Always manages to find himself looking for you in his chat, he needs your giddy words to brighten him up (even if he already is, but more won't hurt right?)

When you are in his chat (which is like 99% of the time when you're not streaming) you're messing with him or/and his comfydants

He gives you and your clingy heart every affection he can give <3

in short, he just really loves his clingy 'lil s/o. he'd do anything for 'em

ALBAN KNOX

I feel like this guy would share the same energy with ya

sooo like, clingy Y/n with a clingy Alban ??

A match made in heaven !

Collabs this, collabs that, almost every collab is a stream with both of you honestly. You guys could be sharing the same channel at this point LOL

You two have cute little assets together <3 ones where the two of you are holding hands and sharing blankets.

Just cute n wholesome stuff

So many seiso moments. You both are killing your fandom with your wholesome-ness

And occasionally some not-so-seiso moments. But let's not focus on that shall we?

Overall, you two are a really cute and heart-melting duo <3

SONNY BRISKO

SO SO SO WHOLESOME MANNN

like 10 times more wholesome than Alban

Probs the clingy type too

Collabs where you two are with each other (in person) are the cutest !!

Expect a shit ton of kisses, hugs, and warm n cozy cuddling sessions

Absolutely loves giving you his attention like he'd drop whatever he's doing and give ya attention right away

You two are on discord calls almost 24/7, always by his or your side whenever one or the both of you are streaming which your fans think is so cute !!

Loves listening to you ramble on about him and other topics

also loves putting your chibi little avatar on his head and giving his usual bright n cute smile <3

his voice is always so sweet n cute when talking to ya TT

YUGO ASUMA

Similar to Sonny, you two are on discord calls 24/7

Especially when he's playing horror games. You're always more than happy to be by his side and help him

and also listen to him scream LOL

hE'S SO CUTE MAN.

Loves it when you share your favorite kinds of music with him, so you two share a lot of interest especially when it comes to music

and you love listening to him ramble on about it

He can practically see your heart eyes whenever you're listening to him, and he's not complaining

he thinks it's so cute <3

you too, you're hella cute in his eyes

UKI VIOLETA

He has EVERYTHING prepared

LIKE, he knows whenever you decide to drop by and happily welcomes you

He loves dealing with a clingy you

also loves watching the little clips of you gushing about him, he even teases you about it

a lot of comfy streams where both of your models are just leaning against each other comfortably, talking with each other, and the chat

Loves your cute n little flirty attempts, he shoots back with his own lines

always pulls you in closer to him to hug ya real warm n tight <3

overall just really really loves you !!

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ikarwawa · 4 months

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Man, it's wild how badly people have misunderstood the Medusa myth. It drives me wild that people keep getting tattoos of her, and it's now synonymous with protecting SA victims despite the fact that TUMBLR MADE THAT SHIT UP.

Long winded Rant/Explanation below:

Basically, in the original myth—Medusa was always a monster. She always had snakes for hair and the power to turn people to stone.

(BTW, Medusa has wings. That's why Pegasus is a winged horse. I feel like not enough people acknowledge this—)

She was not cursed nor punished—she and the other Gordon sisters just... looked like that because they were the daughters of ocean deities.

She was pregnant at the time of her slaying, hence why Pegasus, her baby, pops out when she is killed.

Now—her pregnancy is never explained in the original myth. She just is, and this was fine because Medusa overall is actually closely meant to be symbolic of a figure of fertility. That's why her hair being a twisting mess of snakes and her accessories being snake themed is important. Tangled up snakes are a symbol of fertility (if you don't know why, it's cause that's how snakes mate).

Perseus killing her is very symbolic of and mirrors the fact that by successfully killing Medusa, he saved his mother from being SA'd by the king. This is also why her depiction shifts from being a monster to being a beautiful woman. It better emphasized that she is meant to be a symbol of fertility—and her beauty goes on to become a very intentional narrative.

Medusa being beautiful places her in a more sympathetic light and is meant to display how victimizing women hurts everyone. Medusa is killed in her sleep and Perseus is a coward who can not bring himself to hurt Medusa head on but has to in order to save his mother, and Medusa is a beautiful woman who is harmed by the King's Greed. No one really wins.

Of course—the sleeping version wasn't as popular because it makes Perseus seem not like a clever hero. Hence, most people are familiar with the versions where he kills her with the mirrored shield. I prefer the sleeping version because it's from a narrative meant to be more woman-sympathetic.

ANYWAY.

The popular modern notion of Medusa as a symbol of SA that was made up on tumblr acrually combines the misogynistic Roman version and the more woman-sympathetic Greek version.

See, there's actually NO version where Medusa was SA'd.

The closest we have was a version written by a roman man named Ovid—Ovid hated nothing more than women.

He (and much of the Romans tbh) HATED the notion of an unwed mother. So, in his version, he writes that Medusa was a beautiful woman who had consensual sex with Poseidon and is punished for defiling a temple. This version is meant to make her punishment justified. She's punished by being transformed into a monster—her hair is made into snakes, and she is no longer allowed to look at men, turning them to stone. A punishment for her promiscuousity (note: Medusa only turns men to stone, btw. This is a whole allegory about ~ dangerous whorish women ~ who bring men down). This is entirely meant to be a reasonable and justified punishment—and her death is also meant to be a justified and reasonable punishment.

The interpretation of her being SA'd comes from a mish-mash of the Greek and Roman versions—where Medusa is supposed to be a victim in the Greek version but a whore in the Roman one. So you end up with... a story where an SA victim is punished for being SA'd.

And that story, which is VERY modern and VERY recent—like it popped up during the 80s and 90s—is the one everyone keeps repeating.

I hate it.

#medusa #greek mythology #greek gods #tw sa mention #Dollie Rambles

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lawful-evil-novelist · 11 months

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I wanna know more about how you pissed off the Medusa people if you’re cool talking about it

As far as I can tell I didn't piss off many people but let me explain.

Medusa, especially on here, has taken on this form as a symbol of feminine protection, since she is a visibly female monster and the best known version of her myth is from Ovid's Metamorphosis, most people understand Medusa as a victim of male violence. There's a pretty concerted effort online to revise her myth to suit our modern context and view of the players of the Medusa myth.

Perseus becomes a self-aggrandizing villain, the background of why he is on the quest is forgotten, Athena's reasons for turning Medusa into a monster are made more benevolent, and overall, the context of both the climate in which Metamorphosis was written, as well as the culture of the original myth of Perseus, are ignored in favor of transplanting a religious story into our modern context.

That wouldn't bother me if it were being treated like that, but frequently this is done and then spun as "the original myth" as if the context of Classical Grecian culture can be compared to our modern culture. There's a similar issue with Hades and Persephone but it's a different bugbear.

What I essentially did was explain two main things:

Ovid wrote this revision of the Perseus myth in Metamorphosis as a political critique during his specific time in his specific city. The myth did not have a backstory for Medusa before Ovid wrote one. In the original myth, Medusa was a child of Echidna, a born monster and was only unique among her sister Gorgons because she was mortal.

The very specific aspect of the myth, often forgotten, is Perseus' background and identity. Functionally explaining that in Greece the term "youth" did not denote our perception of an adult in his 20s but often a child in his early to mid teens, and Perseus is on his quest because a greedy king wants him dead so he can force Perseus' mother to marry him. In part, Ovid was writing his Metamorphosis about powerless people forced into conflict because of the machinations of the powerful.

The thing is, if you tell people invested in a version of a myth where a self-aggrandizing Hercules-type hero kills a victim of male violence their myth is actually about a powerless 13-year-old boy forced to kill a victim of male violence or see his mother become a victim of that same violence twice, you tend to attract the people that don't want to be told that, and they do things like mock a fictional teenager, bring up shit you already mentioned, and ask why you can't just let them have fun.

Because historical revisionism, even in the context of mythology, is just "people having fun" right?

#asks #answered

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dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios · 4 months

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Hello :) Could you write a scenario for a mochi reader x mochi 1p Ancient Rome in which Ancient Rome tries to woo the reader by applying Ovid's dating tips from his Ars Amatoria, the reader thinking Ancient Rome's approaches are silly but he finally wins them over because they're so knowledgeable of the classics?

And can you go nsfw when the mochis get steamy and smush together and fuse into a single mochi, and give a headcanon as to what happens as their consciousnesses merge into one?

Thankss :**

Why must you torture me with this kind of ask?

The politeness in the ask is greatly appreciated tho

This is going to be shit btw because I really don't wanna do it but here you go

If anyone gets horny from this I will die of terror, please don't okay, I'm not trying to make it hot, I'm just trying to survive

Okay so a little background knowledge before we start

Ancient Rome is like 50 years old body wise and has the mind of a 20 year old, so his mochi form is a little bit weird, not like old old looking but mature looking, a very strong mate for any lonely mochi

Also have I mentioned that I hate you for making me look up Ovid outside of university?

Okay I don't, but Ovid is a dick

This takes place in Ancient Rome times because I do not want to deal with Ovids fucked up ideas in the modern world!

I know that it isn't logical but that's what I'm going with

There is going to be a weird sex scene, don't like mochi sex then please don't read it, I already feel weird enough writing it

If you only want the sfw part then scroll down until you find the second pair of ---- line

Have fun

Also I respect that you requested this off anon, but like wow that's wild

POV what POV????? It's everyone's point of view because I hate myself

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It was a hot day in the ancient Roman capital, Mochi Rome was doing his best trying to get his owner to help him with a specialised mochi bath. It was one of Ovid's most important teachings, keeping good hygiene.

Rome had read the Ars Amatoria out loud for this dear mochi pet, and Mochi Rome was determined to sway you with his new found dating and literary knowledge, because his normal approach had not worked, which frustrated him beyond measure. You were simply too cute to be without a mate.

Luckily Rome was already ready with a Mochi bath and mochi Rome became very clean

Mochi Rome was anxious for his owner to bring him to the play area where his and your owner had arranged a play date for the two of you

Mochi Rome had a plan though on how to seduce you, it involved a theatre, well a home made one with sticks but that had to be close enough. He just needed to convince his owner to go earlier. A feat in itself since Rome was not good at showing up on time anywhere

So mochi Rome was going to start very early with bugging his owner into actually taking them both to the meeting place

He jumped around, made mochi noises as loud as he could, nibbled on Rome's fingers, overall he went nuts. it took a while but eventually Rome got the hint and brought him to the area with his sticks

Mochi Rome spent an hour preparing the stick theatre and was very proud of the result

In reality it was wobbly and did not even resemble a theatre. It was a pile of sticks.

Mochi Rome also decided to make a circus with sticks, actually everything was made with sticks

He was very proud of himself.

Rome thought his mochi was acting very odd recently, but did not pay much notice to it.

Finally mochi you and your owner arrived, (y/n) put down mochi you and walked over to Rome to let the two mochis have their play time

Mochi (y/n) went over to mochi Rome and greeted him happily. Then your mochi eyes caught sight of the theatre, the Circus and all the other whack things he built out of sticks, and built terribly as well.

Mochi you laughed at him because you thought it was silly and you were jumping away to do something else.

Mochi Rome however did not let this deter him from winning you over

He followed you and started reciting the Ars Amatoria. You looked at him, positively surprised he could remember anything from that very interesting book. Your human had also read it to you. Of course it was a silly book, but it was still cute he thought he could use it to woo you. Okay it was really cute, you looked at him and winked. Thus began the chase around. Mochi Rome ended up catching you.

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Nsfw starts here, be warned it's just uh, it's weird okay, I don't like it either

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Mochi Rome caught up to you and started nibbling on you, it was very nice and you made happy mochi noises, which soon turned to horny mochi noises.

You rubbed up against mochi Rome to excite him, and yourself.

Mochi Rome started to get very excited and he nibbled more intensely on you to make you show your entrance. Not after long he succeeded and he pushed his mochi appendage into your entrance. He started to hop back and forth to make friction. It felt very nice for you and opened up more for him

Mochi Rome made rather loud happy mochi noises. Surprisingly none of the humans heard it.

As you were both getting close your mochi flesh started to move oddly and you started to absorb each other. You both welcomed this, this meant your were true mochi mates. It was meant to be!

Mochi you and Mochi Rome became one mochi, of bigger size and with a mix of your features.

You were happy and so was he.

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Sfw again

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Rome and your human self were too busy talking to notice what was going on with the mochis, it wasn't until Rome out of the corner of his eye saw that there was only one mochi that did not look familiar that he snapped out of the conversation he was having with the very attractive human.

Shit

That was not a good outcome for two dotting mochi owners, your mochis had become one, not something that happened at a normal rate.

(y/n) looked over to see what Rome was staring at and when they realised what was going on they looked horrified. Not a good way to get to know you more personally and up close. He should've known his mochi would fall for the mochi of the human who was the target of his affection.

Rome got cockblocked by his own mochi, and now neither of you had your own mochi.

You looked at him for an awkward amount of time before finally speaking

"uhm... Can this be undone or?"

"... Not by anyone but them"

More awkward silence.

Or maybe it didn't have to be bad

"well one of us can't just take the mochi, they'll be sad regardless of who has it, it'll miss the other owner"

"....what are you suggesting?"

"well the house next to mine is empty, you could move in there and we could share a garden and have that as it's home and then it can be close to us both!"

You looked at the cheerful older man who had definitely been trying to seduce you for a while now. You were certain now, he was an idiot.

"... Fine, temporarily"

"Of course!"

This was like going to the theatre and watching a drama that was poorly written, but it seemed you had no other choice, for now at least.

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The end. I am not continuing this.

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I hate myself for writing the worst scenario ever, I don't know what's going on, I'm too sick for this, anyways that was your cursed request and now I re-evaluate my life choices

Have a cursed day.

This is definitely my curse

Fucking Tumblr wouldn't let me edit this shit on the app, I hate this fucking place

All I have left to say is this:

fy fy skamme skamme

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hetalia lemon #lemon #aph hetalia #Mochi hetalia #Mochitalia #hetalia scenarios #1p Ancient Rome #Grandpa Rome #Ancient Rome #reader x hetalia #Mochi reader #Mochi lemon #Gross smut #becoming one #Mochi Rome

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renthony · 1 year

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i want to chime in as another person- my mind was changed on NPD years ago but it was only because of like, real human people talking about their actual experiences that helped me realize it was not The Evil Disorder (TM) in the same way that I realized ASPD wasn't THe Evil Disorder (TM). I guess I was maybe more likely to realize something was up because i also hit a bunch of the diagnostic criteria for it but like, when literally all you hear is "narcissist just means someone is a self centered asshole" it's hard to realize that that's not actually what it is at all.

and they for real taught us that shit in school. we had a whole discussion about the myth of narcissus and how obviously that hurt ~everyone else~ more than narcissus, even though he literally starved to death and turned into a flower. it took me until i was like 17 and someone else went "hey thats kind of fucked up" before i was like oh yeah. that was probably not something he did for fun huh

idk where i'm going with this but i respect the hell out of you being willing to brave the internet goblins and be like "stop being an asshole about ppl with npd" because its gotta hurt way more when people are being an asshole about something you actually got. i made like one or two posts ages ago about the "narc abuse" ableist bullshit and i remember it being enough of a headache even when it completely and totally was not personal for me bc i do not have it

oh uh idk im sure you know this but for the people in the back sitting around, aspd is antisocial personality disorder and people with aspd are also not evil malicious serial killers in waiting or whatever the ~common interpretation~ is and people with aspd are just as capable of being good friends and normal ass people who don't run around cackling evilly or whatever and kicking puppies, just like anyone else. but buying into ableist mythology about people's diagnoses is absolutely going to cut you off from other regular people who are just living their lives and is also associated with higher rates of violence against other people :,) bigots kill

To be honest, a large chunk of the reason I get so vocal about NPD is because of how bad the ableism has wormed its way into my head. It's pretty much a daily occurrence that my housemates have to remind me that asking for help isn't manipulative and that I'm not being an evil little monster just for needing reassurance. Anti-cluster-B ableism curls up in your head and feeds on all your insecurities and struggles and it's so, so goddamn hard to deal with.

I can't ask for help getting out of bed on high pain days without getting paranoid that I've somehow manipulated my husband into being my reluctant servant. Doesn't matter how many times he reminds me that he's here because he loves me, and how helping me out of bed is an expression of that love. The internalized ableism still makes me so deeply fucking afraid that I'm the shitty one.

I have a daffodil tattooed on my head as part of my big floral scalp piece, and it's for Narcissus. Ovid's version of the story is the one that's always stuck with me the most, where Narcissus is tricked into his downfall by Nemesis. His worst crimes were "rejecting proposals from people who felt entitled to his body" and "being kind of an asshole, which is something that literally everyone is guilty of at times."

In the end, Narcissus didn't waste away because he was too self-absorbed for anything else, it happened because he was treated with trickery instead of compassion.

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catsconflictscopicsandchamomile · 5 months

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ok yknow what? I really dont like when Apollo's Dodgeball of Prophecy predicts irl bad shit happening.

I feel deeply weird about it all. both like I'm not taking actual GENOCIDE seriously by involving it in my fandom bs, and just... really, REALLY WEIRD (I dont have a better word for it) abt the fact that my convoluted Supernatural Postcanon S16-18 Infinite Crossover Mythfuckery somehow made this genuinely sickening, disheartening irl development make SENSE

....and even worse that I'm kinda vaguely maybe sorta totally using the emotions im getting from it (NOT the thing itself) as fic/novel fuel. like thats fucked up, right? I know authors use fanfic and original writing to process their actual emotions, and that's kinda what creative expression is FOR but... eeeeesh.

(Also no, I have no idea how to briefly give the fic/mythfuckery context for any of this, its so complicated and weird, it cites Homeric Hymns and Ovid and Shakespeare and W.B. Yeats all at once)

#supernatural #misha collins #palestine #free palestine #gaza strip #gaza #from the river to the sea #author stuff #irl #vent...#writer #writeblr #apollo's dodgeball #castiel

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borisyvain · 4 months

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Please tell me more about your OCs, Fredrick, Sarah and Annie?

Sure!!! They are main characters in the vague sequel story to my wip red & riotous light that I'm writing + they are tenant farmers on a vaguely located estate owned by a fictious marquess somewhere in co. antrim, ireland, in the mid 1790s. Their family situation is best explained I think by this diagram but to shorten it, Frederick and Annie are the nephew + niece of Sarah's toxic boyfriend Jem, who she basically adopted after she moved in with them. She also has 2 more younger kids but she sent them off to help F&A's father on his search for work in scotland, so they don't factor in to the actual story much. I will go through them in depth one at a time.

Frederick

Frederick is 11 and he's like. one of those annoying street urchin artful dodger type characters but in an almost wholly rural setting. He's def. got what would be today recognised as undiagnosed ADHD and he's working through a lot of complicated feelings surrounding his relationship with his mother (which swings between loving and being like a cage fight like a pendulum) as well as his place in the world and what he's meant to be doing about the incredible violence he's witnessing around him daily. In some ways this manifests as him having grown up far too quickly -- he's already an active member of 1 of the most feared gangs in his area and him stabbing a man without batting an eye is what starts the plot -- in other ways it's him acting at all times like he knows exactly what's up and like he's 100% in control even when he's obviously just a helpless kid.

Some facts about Frederick:

When he grows up he wants to join the army, ideally as an officer + ideally in the cavalry

He is a narrative foil to another character, Seamy, who I went into detail on here

He slowly develops the ability to see snatches of the future in his dreams, although he doesn't typically tell anyone about these dreams so for now it's more of a mounting dread situation than something with any massive effect on his life.

Sarah

Probably the main facet of Sarah's character, imo, is that she really does not give a shit. About anything. She has been utterly miserable due to the fact that she and Jem both despise each other (but she won't leave cos she wants the children to grow up with some kind of father figure + is too exhausted to find anything or anyone else. not answering questions on whether or not this was inspired by anything I have witnessed in real life at this time) for so long that she crossed the threshold of not caring about people's opinions/consequences/moral implications wrt any of her actions years ago. This typically does not end well for people who anger her, especially when taken with the fact that she spent so long blaming herself for things other people did to her that she swung to the opposite extreme + the fact that she is living most of her life now in survival mode, and therefore no longer regards a single one of her actions as her own fault. It does not take much to push Sarah over the edge. If she decides you are jeopardising her survival AND aren't useful for anything otherwise that's you done with this mortal coil and good luck trying to talk her out of it.

Some facts about Sarah:

She is fluent in english, irish, and latin + she can read + write in all 3, and though her family members only know english she often says simple commands and asks simple questions in latin to her children. Her favourite book (a copy of which is owned by a local schoolmaster) is ovid's metamorphosis

She is also a narrative foil to another character called Lady Durham, who I've not made a big post on yet

For many years she sang all the psalms at the local chapel (before she got into a fight with the priest and stopped going)

Annie

Ah, Annie. She is a 12 year old eldest daughter and she has all of the complications that implies. Tbh, she's probably the most capable in her family, or she would be if she didn't spend most of her time wandering around climbing trees and pretending to be a wolf or whatever. She and her mother tend to both blame each other for every single thing that is wrong with the world + fight constantly about everything, but ironically they're very similar -- Annie, too, is very independent and a loner by choice, though she doesn't necessarily dislike company if it's someone who can keep up with her, and she has more than a little of Sarah's ruthless streak in her. Her head is often in the clouds but she isn't incapable of being more practical, nor is she not razor-sharp, she just chooses to get a little whimsical with it. If the rest of the world wants to know what she's talking about they should simply come up into the clouds with her.

Some facts about Annie:

She has a tortoiseshell kitten called Chicken which Sarah gets her early in the story to patch things up after a fight

There is some kind of bizarre cosmic horror monster following her around and doing whatever she tells it to. This manifests as the ability to kill people basically with her mind, though the trade-off is that Annie spreads plague and misfortune wherever she goes as a result of its malign influence leaking out. More lore posts on this coming soon 👍

She enjoys going to see plays &c a lot. Her current favourite is shakespeare's titus andronicus, which she saw when a troupe of players came to perform it for the Marquess (he was so scandalised he nearly perished on the spot) and the local innkeeper Lazarus managed to entice them into doing a cheap showing of it at his inn

#there is more Lore but this is a good introduction to them imo!!!#c: sarah connolly #c: frederick craig #c: annie craig #wip: 8gog #jory.txt

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avelera · 2 years

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I played the first game of a Vampire the Masquerade tabletop rpg campaign tonight and my dudes, I am a lifelong lover of melodramatic Anne Rice vampires and I STILL couldn’t stop thinking about how much more accurate WWDITS is for how real life vampires would be.

Like the whole first game was introducing the politics of the city and the different clans and assembling our party coterie and getting our missions and learning who all the important people and backstories are and all I could think of was Lazlo’s line, “I became a vampire to suck and fuck forever,” not sit in boring ass local municipal government meetings WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT ALL THE VAMPIRE POLITICS IS.

Lazlo is so fucking valid for saying that seriously who the FUCK wants to be a vampire leader with responsibilities, just so you can be forced to micromanage bickering egos for ETERNITY??

I made an ancient Roman Centurion character who was woken from torpor by an archaeologist team, and the first thing she did was get the lead archaeologist to get her up to speed on the modern era and then IMMEDIATELY fuck off for an endless vacation in the Italian countryside with him while secretly promoting his career (by literally just… pointing out places where he should dig and explaining Ancient Roman stuff to him so he always has amazing new, accurate discoveries) and they are just living the LIFE in the countryside outside Rome before the campaign mission pulled all the characters to freezing-ass BOSTON of all places.

Thankfully, I designed the character to be humorous so she can actually say aloud things like, “And people wonder why I don’t give a shit about vampires or vampire politics? Why the fuck am I running errands for local bureaucrats when I could be in a villa on the Mediterranean having my professor boyfriend read Ovid to me under the moonlight, ffs!” Like out of game I’m stoked for the plot the DM has planned but in game I’m laughing at how ridiculous the world of vampires is to anyone with anything better to do with their immortality.

#vampire the masquerade #Maggie plays VTM

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noctilionoidea · 6 months

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Man I love the anxiety of wether or not I actually spelled something right or not

This is homework for my art class under the prompt of light. Obviously like the fucking nerd I am I decided to go the mythological route. Eosphorus was the first thing that came to mind and I had been meaning to work on his design for a long time.

The astra planeta are a lot like daemons in that the extent of their personification and role among the divine greatly differs. Out of all of them Eosphorus, the Morning star, features the most, in part because he became seen as the same as Hesperus, the evening star, since the morning and evening star are both the planet Venus, with this being realized and accounted for in antiquity as well. I tend to refer to him as Phosphorus more often just because it’s more vague without a specific time while still acknowledging his role.

I would have also written the name Hesperus up there, but I’m going to be real I’m a monolingual anglophone and the usage of the Ancient Greek equivalent to H varies so much and confuses the shit out of me and I’ve got too much on my plate rn to study languages (alas, I would if there were time) so I just went with the two names I felt 75% confident in writing. Also the use of ultramarine and faint bits of green was in reference to Aphrodite since he’s the personification of her star!

Honestly when I was reading Ovid and saw reference to him/his Roman equivalent for the first time I had to do a double take. Somehow it had never struck me that the name Lucifer existed prior to Christian perspectives, though it made more sense as to why it had the word light in it. I thought it was ecclesiastical Latin lmao

#greek mythology #Eosphorus #Astra planeta #greek myths #greek gods #artwork #traditional art #mythology #greek myth #art #Ink #alcohol markers #phosphorus but like not the element #Though phosphate minerals my beloved #Venus

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ruiniel · 7 months

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Prickly thorns, tender roses

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Rating: Mature🔞

Relationship: Alucard/Original Female Character

Characters: Alucard, Original Character(s)

Summary:

Set after the events of Castlevania (Netflix) Season III. After the betrayal of his young apprentices, Alucard feels barely alive in his lonesome castle. Days wear on, chipping away at his mind and sanity. And what is the son of Dracula to do with this unwanted visitor, suddenly come at his doorstep? Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses - Ovid

Chapter tags & warnings: Dark Romanticism, Inspired by Castlevania, personal interpretation of post-season III Alucard, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Castlevania Season III, Blood and Injury, POV Original Character, Canon-Typical Violence, Gore

II. Bring your taint

A long, darkened hall was before her; cold, musty air slithered over her flushed face, but the woman wasted not a beat as she disappeared within.

Blackness fell like a shroud and for a beat the fugitive regretted the decision to enter here; but this was no time to wallow. The place seemed deserted and the woman sprang forward, climbing up the poorly lit staircase, failing to notice the sparse, burning torches lining the stone walls.

This... palace of sorts had a foreboding aura, and she struggled with direction in the twilight of its walls. Her steps led ever forward, crossing more stairs and reaching another spacious hall. Immense pillars polished to the smoothness of black glass rose to the ceilings, which hosted masterful murals of various mythical creatures and ancient lore. Her wonder did not last as the beating of whips snapped into the silence, adding to the clamor and rustle of her pursuers. They had apparently renounced their own fears and entered the castle in their own time. The shift in the air made her shiver.

“Here, here, little whore, where ye hiding those fine young bones?” one of them called, the echo of his voice reaching from afar.

“Hold your mangy tongue, Adalbert,” another of the black-robed chasers chided. “Have you not heard what they say about this place? Do you want to be the main course of a vampire meal?”

Adalbert sneered. “Bah, humbug for shit-eating peasantry,” he grumbled, brandishing a dark hunting knife. “Dracula is dead, and whatever is left is nothing but the shadow of his accursed presence. His blight upon this land is ended. But our work is never done,” the man finished gravely as the group of seven climbed the wide stairs, carefully listening for any sound or stir in the dark. The blackness surrounding them closed in, thicker.

“Uh,” one man started, a waver in his voice, “did you all notice the lights? Does that not mean someone, or something, yet dwells here? I say... I say we all go back,“ he muttered fearfully just as the first man who spoke took a fistful of his garb.

“Keep your wits about you Kemeny, for heaven’s sake, we’re here to finish God’s work, not tinkle in our underclothes—“

His torrent ceased when the torches were quenched all at once, though no wind or draught could be felt by any of them.

“Denes,” the man stammered, “Denes, let’s leave this place, she’ll find her end either way, I wager,” the one called Kemeny insisted with their leader, losing his composure.

“Onward I say, or God save me I’ll submit to have you all excommunicated, living as pariahs on the outskirts of our township, prey to whatever night terrors’ll see fit to feast on your soft heads!” Denes ground out before the unsettled men, now following him with significantly less aplomb than before.

From her hidden place behind a cabinet in one side chamber, the young woman listened. She listened, only for their steps to grow louder, their voices hoarser the closer they appeared. Soon they would reach the corridor.

“We check each of these rooms,” she heard and froze, her heart a hammering mess behind her ribs. She looked to where she gripped a small blade, her only weapon. “Keep your bearings, Ravenna. If this is to be your end, prey to these bastards or whatever dwells here, so be it,” she whispered, and with fateful resignation, but also determined to do all she could to survive this, the woman straightened and rose from her hiding place.

An eerie stillness fell about the room; there was a ringing in her ears and a heaviness pressed on her temples; just as swiftly, she felt a presence.

“What is this taint you bring into my home?” A calm, unearthly voice.

It was close, too, and whatever the source of the words, the woman shuddered as the skin on the back of her neck pricked. Her pulse throbbed with menacing swiftness. Of course, threats and peril loomed from places unsought for. Her head swiveled to her left, but there was no one there. The woman stilled, and tendrils of fear reached through her despite her resolve. The foreign voice was soft, almost tender to the ears, were it not for the dispassionate and monotonous quality of the words.

“Who are you?” she dared ask, unable to bring herself to face the speaker.

“I ask the questions,” the warm, gliding voice purred; but there was scorn in it.

“Please, they are coming—“

The cold, sharp tip of a sword stung between her shoulder blades; she scampered forward, prey to a sense of dissent. “I am no threat to you, whoever... whatever you are!” she hissed in a desperate whisper. “I would reveal all... but as you can see, staying alive is now my chief concern!”

There was a pause. “How typical,” was all she heard from the man - because the tonality had been male, she was certain of it. There was also a strange scent in the air, akin to late summer roses after rain, heavy and suffocating. The shadows in the chamber seemed to shiver when he spoke, and the young human could not deny the primeval fright this presence awoke in her.

“Stay here,” came the terse command, though he not once raised his voice.

She was reeling; a sharp gust of air blew her unkempt hair astray, and she was alone again.

The one called Adalbert searched one chamber, the fading torchlight falling on the distinctive ruinous state of an abandoned dwelling.

“No sign of the wench. Maybe we leave and let this place swallow her in its burrows,” he hissed again, looking to his leader.

“Keep searching,” Denes ordered.

“Do you not find it odd that there is absolutely no sound in this fucking place?”

“Watch your slanderous words, Adalbert,” their leader rebutted. “We find her, we take ourselves out of here and that will be the end of it.”

Movement caught their eye.

“Draw your weapons,” Denes whispered.

The sight greeting them was that of an animal. A wolf, to be more precise, and a large one at that, staring down at them with its deep golden eyes.

“What the—“ one man frowned just as the beast fled from their sight into one of the side chambers.

“I tell ya, this place is riddled with fucking devil magic!“ another man grunted, taking steps back in retreat.

“Hold your stance, damn you!” Denes ground out before a gurgled sound stopped his tirade. Looking to his right, he saw the body of one of their companions sliding down against the wall, his neck a bloodied mess gushing down his robes.

They formed a protective circle, covering each other, anguished eyes darting around them. The silence became overbearing, pressing, intrusive.

“You come into my dwelling...” an icy voice caught their attention. “Uninvited... with your pettiness, your insults...”

“Who goes there?” Denes cried. “Show yourself, coward!”

But the speaker had no intention of heeding him, it seemed. “... and your fear of God.”

Another of their companions was struck down so fast the movement was lost in the blink of a human eye.

“... But your fear is misplaced. Your fear...” the soft words faded among the now screaming throats and thrashing limbs.

Denes turned and ran, only to be barred by a maelstrom of gold and black.

“... should be better spent here,“ were the last words Denes heard before golden eyes filled his line of sight, and a silver sheen was the last he saw on the lands of the living.

Some time after complete silence reigned outside the chamber once more, the woman approached the door, and slid through, into the corridor. The young human looked to her surroundings, and her frantic sight fell on the bodies of her pursuers. She yelped a stifled cry before recalling she was not alone.

The thought struck her then, that whatever had spoken to her and ended these men so swiftly and brutally, was the same being who had impaled bodies at the entrance of the castle. Dread and terror filled her to the brim and led her will, and then she was darting down the hall and over flights of stairs as if the world depended on it. The monster, the one who had so trapped her in her own body with the aid of nothing but his deceptively soft voice, that was an enemy more dangerous than ten scores of these men. She had to escape, to flee—...

A flash of red movement dashed before her. Again, that heavy, dark scent.

Her eyes widened.

Well.

This was certainly not what she had expected to see.

She stared into eyes of light amber. The rest of him was just as arresting, and she blinked, rather dazed. Light wavy hair framed a young, drawn face, spilling down his shoulders. He was tall and slim, and wore the simple cut and garb of nobility, his black overcoat hemmed with faded gold.

All was well and good, save for the blade he clutched that dripped crimson, and the droplets of blood over his face, neck and chest.

She took one step back; then another.

The figure only watched her. His gaze bore into her until the woman squirmed uncomfortably, wondering whether he would pounce to kill, or speak. In the end, humanity won. “I thank you... for... for your aid,” she tried.

No reaction; his gaze stayed empty. “I have no use for your gratitude.” He regarded the woman from head to toe, sheathing his sword. “But since you are here, having trespassed my domain with not even a by your leave, having ruined my peace and brought this mess to clean upon my floors... well, I believe that calls for some manner of restitution,” he finished with a smile she did not like at all.

“Please... lord,” the woman braved as the deceptively angelic figure drew closer. “I cannot go back into the woods, there may be more of them... My name is Ravenna, I am a scholar, nothing more—“ but his following action had her swallowing her words.

He knelt and lifted a torn arm from his killings, sighing thoughtfully. “Give them a finger, and they will take the entire hand...” he dropped the severed limb under the appalled gaze of the young woman.

Her distress seemed to please him, and despite her obvious disadvantage, it irked her. Show no fear... for all the good it’s done you. She smothered her fright, as after all, she was yet standing. “I have a proposal. Perhaps we could come to some sort of understanding. I was seeking for something in the area—,”

“Oh... oh, my dear,” he watched her not unlike a hawk would a wounded rabbit, “... but you are in no standing to negotiate.” He bared his teeth.

The last image the woman ever saw before her sight grew dim and her limbs melted beneath her, was that of sharp, even fangs and golden eyes freezing her beating heart.

For mere moments he watched the still body splayed upon the floor. “... not at all,” came the last spoken words she never heard before all fell into silence again.

#alucard x oc #ruiniel:fanfiction #this one's for followers and mutuals #hence no tags #this story's been around #prickly thorns tender roses #not rewritten has my 2020 style rip

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bellamyroselia · 2 years

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That promised abridged essay about Apollo and how he could be handled in a future Kid Icarus game

Since you liked that one abridged essay about Ares and my speculation on what his relationship with Pit could be, I decided to make more of these and the first one on the list was Apollo. So some spoilers here - my opinions are definitely going to be controversial. But at least by the end of it, I hope you’ll understand why I think this way and I promise, there’s going to be an happy ending so no need to fear in that regard.

To quickly go over who he is, Apollo is the younger twin child of Zeus and Titaness Leto and the god of prophecy, healing, archery, sunlight, music and various other arts, along with being a bringer of sudden death and disease and protector of young boys. Considering how about 6-12 year-olds Castor and Pollux led a siege against Athens, Parthenopaeus and Hippolytus both died presumably around the age of 15 or younger by rather violent means, Neoptolemus was already a war criminal when he was around 12 and his own young son was beheaded on his own altar with him being unable to do anything, one could argue how well he’s doing his job on that last one. When described in art and literature Apollo is said to be youthful and handsome, though apparently not as handsome as Ares, Poseidon or Dionysus since Aphrodite never saw him as a potential lover. He’s typically portrayed as a long-haired pretty boy and and is often seen wearing a laurel wreath or golden headband Zeus gave to him - he’s actually the only male member of the 12 Olympians who has never been portrayed as an older bearded man even back during the Archaic era, at least up to my knowledge. Usually he has either lyre or bow with him and a crow is accompanying him.

Now let’s jump straight into the controversial opinions, which is that I think Apollo should be an antagonist - it’s unsurprisingly for the exact same reason I think Ares shouldn’t be one, aka Pit’s status as an Eros-expy. This is a kid who gets along with his parents and siblings just fine (except that one time, but that’s a topic for later), but who’s usually characterized as someone who thinks his uncle is easy to bully and has a punchable face. This serves as the starting point of Ovid version of the Daphne-myth, but considering Eros’ status as the god of love, how Apollo’s quite an emotional deity whose thoughts are more often influenced by his manhood rather than brain, with his love life not being the rosiest and how he tried to sabotage Eros’ own romantic relationship later on the line, the idea of them not getting along isn’t a one that comes out of nowhere. On the contrary it makes it rather easy to come to the conclusion that these two will continue annoy each other for eternity, with Eros never turning away the chance make his uncle taste the ground and Apollo always being both petty and pathetic enough to fall for his nephews’ tricks. So could this be just another boring take to a relationship that satirists have made fun of for centuries? I guess, if our protagonist was literally anyone else but Pit. You see, Eros and Apollo’s relationship is almost exclusively portrayed from Apollo’s point of view in media, with him having to deal with a nephew from hell who just hates him for no apparent reason… Though when you start to think of it, it’s easy to come into the conclusion that from Eros’ point of view Apollo’s an arrogant deity who thinks way too highly of himself and needs to be knocked off his high horse. And it’s not like he’s completely wrong in this regard, Apollo has done some rather extreme things and gotten away with them with little or next to no consequences but that’s a topic for later. Because he refuses to yield to Apollo even when the likes of Zeus and Gaia give in, Eros is pretty much the only one capable of giving his uncle his much needed lessons in humility. Now wouldn’t that interesting?

Let’s think of this context of Kid Icarus. The idea of Pit looking someone and thinking that they’re full of shit is just funny, especially if this is his opinion about a major god of whom he’s not opposing morally. Sometimes you just don’t approve the behavior or methods of some people you don't otherwise have anything against to, with it becoming increasingly more annoying when others let them continue with no consequences and it would be the case here. It’s just Apollo doing things in a matter that leaves lot to desired of and especially if it means that people end up getting hurt in the process, Pit’s not going to keep it quiet. While it would be uncharacteristic of him to point it out in a rude way, it’s not necessary since we know that Apollo is both arrogant and petty - it shouldn’t take much for him to declare Pit his personal nemesis, simple “You’re jerk and you should feel bad” could be enough for that. Alternatively we could have Apollo already holding a grudge, a one Pit’s completely unaware of so he would be up to a nasty surprise by the time he officially meets Apollo. The three years Pit’s consciousness spent in the ring of chaos aren’t really explored, so who's to say that his body didn’t do something that may have angered Apollo? It doesn’t need to explored beyond that, as implied, embarrassing noodle incidents are often funnier when left without context. He would be a very low-scale antagonist in both of these cases, his only real crime being his own pettiness and inability to let go of past events. He wouldn’t be a bad person per se, just someone in desperate need of those humility lessons Pit’s the only one capable of giving to him.

To explore Apollo’s potential outside of simple pettiness, he along with Poseidon was the one who built the walls of Troy for king Laomedon. As for why are they doing this, it varies - some say they did as to check how prideful the city’s king was, but the more common reason was that it was a punishment, as they dared to plan an uprising against Zeus with Hera and Athena. While the ladies got away without larger consequences, Apollo and Poseidon were made to build the walls yet Laomedon’s promises of great rewards was enough to keep their spirits high - Apollo even had a child with Poseidon’s daughter in the meanwhile. However Laomedon was a textbook jackass and refused to give the two gods any rewards he had originally promised to them, and to make himself seem like an even bigger jackass he said that he’d sell the two as slaves as he didn’t believe them to be gods. In anger Apollo inflicted the city with plague and Poseidon sent a sea monster to terrorize it. When Laomedon asked the oracle what he should do with the sea monster, Apollo offered no useful advice and instead told the king that he should feed his daughter Hesione to it to calm it down. Luckily for Laomedon, Heracles had just returned from his misadventures with the Amazons and said that he could save the princess if Laomedon gave him his amazing horses which had descended from those his grandfather Tros had received as compensation over the kidnapping of Ganymede. Laomedon agreed but once his daughter was safe and the sea monster dead, he refused to give the horses to Heracles - he in return threatened Troy with a war and orchestrated a siege, in which Laomedon and many of his sons lost their lives except one named Podarces, whom they took as prisoner. Hesione bought her brother’s freedom with a golden veil and from that day onward Podarces was known as Priam. This story serves an in-universe explanation for many things and while Poseidon arguably had a bigger impact than Apollo when it came to it, at least we now know that this is a possible teamup. It could even be paired with the idea I presented at the end of the abridged essay about Ares, the one about Poseidon wanting sue either Ares or Pit.

There’s also one way I could see Apollo being a main villain of a future game which would ironically be the only time I could see him learning his humility lessons without Pit around, and to explain how I came up with that idea I must first tell the story of Asclepius, the god of medicine, physicians, healing and rejuvenation. Asclepius was a son of Apollo by Thessalian princess Coronis and her father was Phlegyas, the king Lapinths. The most famous version of the story goes on that while Coronis was pregnant, she fell in love with another man when Apollo wasn’t paying attention to her and when he learned about it, he wasn’t all that happy about it. In a fit of rage he turned the feathers of a crow who had told him about the unfaithfulness of his lover black and either told Artemis to shoot Coronis or he shot her himself. Apollo however did end up regretting this choice pretty much immediately and tried to heal her, but once he realized there was nothing he could do to save her life he performed C-section to save their child. According to some Coronis became the constellation Corvus (Crow) after her death, though in some versions it’s the poor crow Apollo scorched. Now her father Phlegyas was predictably outraged by all of this and burned Apollo’s temple down as revenge - Apollo responded to this by shooting Phlegyas and casting him down to Tartarus.

Back to Asclepius, he grew up to be an exceptionally talented healer, so much so that he could bring people back from the dead. This naturally displeased Hades, who firmly believed that what was dead should stay dead and he went to Zeus to complain about this. Zeus thought of the situation and then came to a realization that if Asclepius managed to teach this skill to other people, they’d have a massive problem on their hands and it can’t be allowed to happen. The logical course of action was to of course kill Asclepius before he could do any of that, so Zeus struck him down with his lightning bolt. Now it was Apollo’s turn to be displeased, and in a fit of anger he killed the cyclopes Brontes, Steropes and Arges as revenge as it had been them who had created Zeus’ lightning bolt along with Poseidon’s trident and the helm of Hades. Pretty much everyone was pissed at Apollo - while this wasn’t the first time he had killed a child of Gaia, Brontes, Steropes and Arges couldn’t have been more different from Python. They were creators of some of the most legendary weapons of all Greco-Roman mythology which helped to turn the tide in favor of the Olympians during Titanomachy. While Gaia had demanded for Apollo to be thrown to Tartarus over Python’s death, this time Zeus would’ve actually cast Apollo down to Tartarus… That is, had Leto not intervened and as a compromise Apollo was banished from Olympus for a year and made to serve king Admetus of Pherae. And he would even end up getting the last laugh, as Asclepius’ body was raised to the heavens to become the constellation Ophiuchus (Serpent-bearer) and he became the god of medicine. With myths like these, no wonder Pittoo has such a sour attitude towards deities!

So I guess you all know what I’m going after here - the setup here would be that after killing Brontes, Steropes and Arges, Leto either didn’t come to save Apollo’s skin or that Zeus wasn’t persuaded by her words and so Apollo was thrown into Tartarus as punishment as it was originally planned. He however refused to let this banishment to slow him down, immediately started to plan an escape and tried to make some allies while in Tartarus. While Titans were an easy option, I decided to not include them as his potential allies for the sake of variety. Apollo’s also much weaker than them when it comes to raw power, so I think he would fail at persuading them into joining his cause and so he needs to find new options. For the sake of driving the point on how people’s reasons for being cast away to Tartarus aren’t always equal, I could see this group being composed of individuals like Ocnus, Phlegyas and Arke. This may not be enough to form an army, but I’d say it’s enough named figures to give Apollo an admin squad to interact with. To make it an actual army, maybe some generic background folk who we’re informed were punished wrongly can be added.

To quickly go over this potential admin squad and their relationships with Apollo, let’s start with Phlegyas since there’s so much potential with their possible relationship here. The two likely did start with the wrong foot when they met again in Tartarus, especially once Phlegyas got to know why Apollo was in Tartarus - you don’t get to whine about your dead son when you threw someone else to superhell for losing his mind over his dead daughter, that kind of deal. But as time passes on, the two men start to warm up to each other and overcome their hatred. I think there’s a lot of potential with Apollo forgiving Phlegyas now when he knows what it feels to lose a child for seemingly unfair reasons, and Phlegyas seeing that Apollo has realized he rushed into conclusions, made a mistake and wouldn’t repeat it were he still among gods. So in this scenario the two would become trusted allies and with Phlegyas being Asclepius’ grandfather they now have common enemy, the deities who thought that killing Asclepius was justified. As for Ocnus, he just has no reason given for why he’s in Tartarus in mythology proper. In context of Kid Icarus all I can imagine is Hades thinking that it would be hilarious to throw someone who didn’t do anything bad to superhell for no reason at all. Wouldn’t be out of character from him.

Now to the most interesting one besides Phlegyas, Arke. As the messenger of the Titans, Arke is pretty much the closest thing to a fallen angel Greek mythology has to offer, if one thinks that angels are specifically winged messengers. Once Titanomachy had ended, Arke’s wings were ripped off and she was cast down to Tartarus with the Titans she had once served. Her wings would later on be given to Peleus and Thetis as a wedding gift, which Thetis would later gave to her son, earning him the epithet Podarces (Swift-footed). It’s not much material, but it does give a clear outline - a winged messenger deity loses her wings and gets to suffer what’s basically an eternity in superhell for being a servant of the wrong side of the war. That already makes her sound like a massive woobie, so she’d probably take any chance to leave if given to her. With Apollo being a known skirtchaser, it’s also pretty easy to imagine that there’s also some other feelings going on with both of them rather than just sheer gratitude on Arke’s part. She could also serve as a foil to Pit and Pittoo simultaneously - she may be oldest of her little group, but she sure has seen world outside Tartarus the least. She’d be both jaded yet naive, now that would be an interesting character to see Pit and Pittoo interact with.

Now that Apollo has made his allies, they then plan their escape, bid their time and wait for the right to moment to escape and for the plot to actually start - that time came in KI:U after the defeat of Hades. In the following chaos and celebration they leave Tartarus and it becomes pretty clear to them that world has changed a lot since they’ve last been out. But no matter how much it has changed it’s still far from perfect and would you look at that, while Apollo was getting his humility lesson to heart, the other deities certainly didn’t. There are still bones to pick with them for throwing them away, and Apollo may still want revenge for what happened to Asclepius. So this would be a revenge story from the point of view of Apollo and the Tartarus escapees, with a big moral dilemma thrown into it. What punishment is a fair punishment and can people be redeemed? Sure, after Pit has defeated them Palutena could just cast them off there again like Zeus and others did before her, but besides it making an unsatisfying ending I doubt Pit would allow that to happen. Remember, this would be a version of Apollo who has already been humbled and pulled off from his high horse - besides his kind and empathetic personality, Pit has no reason to think that this Apollo is arrogant and full of shit. Driven by revenge certainly, but just like in the more innocent scenarios in which he never learns his humility lessons he’s not a bad person to the core, and here he has proven that he’s capable of changing. Pit wouldn’t allow others to treat him as he was irredeemable, and upon hearing why some of the Tartarus escapees ended up on there for unfair reasons he would likely try to solve things as peacefully as possible. These people aren’t like Hades, so Pit’s wouldn’t treat them as if they were like him and he would likely also encourage Palutena and others to treat them as people worth another chance if they’re willing to take it. True, there are people like Hades. Some people are just there to watch Rome burn, some people are just evil and they have to be defeated before they can cause any more harm - but there are more people who’re willing to learn from their past wrongdoings and try to make things right in the future. If Apollo could forgive Phlegyas and vice versa in a place of eternal suffering, if they both regret their actions and were willing to work together to get what they both thought as justice, why can’t deities who have spent all their time under blessings and prayers of believers do the same?

As for what could calm Apollo and the Tartarus escapees down, I think there’s actually pretty easy solution to at least help with Apollo’s anger towards other deities - just show what happened to Asclepius after his death and that that the gods realized that by killing him they made a mistake. Let the father and son reunite, since at this point he has likely been the god of medicine for quite some while. This would show Apollo and the Tartarus escapees that the deities can not only acknowledge that they’ve made mistakes, but also swallow their pride and try to fix said mistakes - just like how in Tartarus Apollo and Phlegyas forgave each other and started to work together towards a common goal. Both sides now know that they’re capable of changing and if they’re willing to change for the better, they should give each other a chance. Apollo especially would end up likely regretting all the chaos he caused in his quest for revenge as he now knows that it was pointless, and since he’s a changed man from his time prior Tartarus he’s willing to fix the mess he has caused. Thanks to Pit’s efforts, Palutena and other deities are now willing to give him that chance and that would lead into him being once again accepted among them. Now as for what could happen for the rest of Tartarus escapees, that would depend if they’re mortal or immortal in origin - Phlegyas and others who were once mortal would likely return to the normal flow of souls to finally have some peace. For someone like Arke, it would be allowing her to heal and give her place in this new world. Maybe Apollo could just marry her if there was any feelings between them. Practically what saves the day isn’t a complete beatdown, but rather apologies from both parties and promises to do better. What a feel-good ending!

So… I think there’s an easy aesop about humility that can be explored with Apollo, in the lighter scenario it’s him who gets the humble pie and in the darker one it’s the other deities who are knocked off from their high horses. And Pit gets to be the teacher of said lesson, not else to be said here. And to think all of these scenarios came to be because of a bad uncle-nephew relationship, good riddance! Well no matter what, Ares isn’t going to be happy about how Apollo treated his little boy. Maybe he can forgive Apollo once he says sorry to Pit first and he accepts the apology.

#personal thoughts #kid icarus #kid icarus uprising #ki #kiu #pit #there it is! i hope you like it!

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delusion-of-negation · 2 years

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Bruh, tracing is literally, as in literally literally one of the most used drawing-support techniques in history. Old painters did it. Throughout the history of animation it's been done. People are just sad sacks of shit who wanna be "Purists". Same with references, people are just pretending that "you must do it all from your mind" is the only way to be a good artist. Well listen up, even if it's from memory it's referencing. Drawing a skeletal structure and drawing on top is "tracing." 🙄

re this post

IKR!? I'm so sick of it. and how even half of the responses I see shutting down purists on the references are still like "as long as you don't trace uwu". ma'am there are drawing books that'll tell you to trace this figure then draw something on top of it. there's post after post and drama after drama about this and it's so awful, and so unfair on new artists. genuinely making out like tracing is somehow doing something morally wrong.

tbh my stance in an ideal world would be even more lax than the one I put forward in the post - as you may have guessed from my opinions re writing, when I go off on my rants about just how much of literary history is just rewrites (see: greek and roman epic poets) and fanfic (see: pretty much everything), and how copyright law is a plague. my stance in an ideal world would be "as long as it's not a literal replica that you're passing off as your own, you can trace some parts and then leave references like it's an essay and you're citing your sources". in an ideal world I'd be able to rewrite Harry Potter with the only change being that I added or altered every colour to be absolutely ridiculous, then called it "Harry Potter and The Colour Correction" and cited the original book.

we don't live in an ideal world, so my stance is still that you should cite/not pass off as your own entirely, but also that you shouldn't sell anything traced at all, but other than that go wild. especially in your own room learning to draw - in fact I'd go as far as to say you should trace sometimes then, it's a great way to get used to knowing how to move your hand to make certain shapes you want to be able to draw. contrary to popular belief, nobody is born with the ability to just know exactly how this shape is made with a pencil, you have to learn.

also purists are so dumb, there's some great wheezywaiter videos (can't remember links to any others but you get the idea) on how literally nothing is original, and it's one of the most important things I think new writers/artists should come to terms with. there is absolutely nothing original, everything you have ever done, said, thought, or created was inspired by something and will have similarities to so many things, completely unrelated and loosely related alike.

the more I think about tracing, the more I think it's a direct comparison to what I've said about writing, Ovid is considered a great yet... he literally rewrote other people's stuff. like, you know his work if you know the version of the Medusa myth where she started human - he did that, that was him, Medusa existed prior and he just changed her backstory. THAT may not have even been original, as we don't know if the artists depicting her as beautiful were what inspired him or visa versa, or if they were both inspired by a third source. he did the literary equivalent of tracing and then adding his own flare (albeit I think his flare made it worse, but that's just me), and that's fine. it's a really new thing that we give a shit.

old painters learnt to paint when they were apprentices by copying and tracing the work of the person teaching them. you don't learn to draw or write or create in a vacuum, you just copy what others do. and copying just from replicating a movement, rather than following a line, is a harder place to start, and there's literally no reason to force yourself to dive into the deep end right away.

like, this is a weird example, but do you remember how many old trends on youtube were started by people like AmazingPhil, and he'd just be like "yeah, it's fine, you can do this idea, I don't own it", because they'd made their own video bouncing off his idea, they hadn't just reuploaded it. people treated it like he was owed something for what they'd done, and he was like "no, seriously I don't mind, I guess a shout out would be nice though". I remember hearing that he was "such a saint" for it, and given the climate that's true, but his stance should really be the norm. he was correct. everyone else just wants to be angry about things and has had their brains poisoned by omnipresent overzealous copyright laws.

this is one of those things where you think it's a massive deal because the whole of society acts like there's some moral sin committed, and then one day something just clicks and you go "wait, this is actually fine? in fact it's good? in fact it's what humans have always done? what the fuck?" and then you don't know how to turn that lightbulb on for others as they screech about how the tiniest infringement on the sanctity of "nuh uh this is mine and it's original and you're only permitted to look" is pure evil.

nothing is original, everything you make will always be retold in weird ways, even if those ways stay in someone's brain. when I went to an event once, I was talking to some other writers, and I said I don't think your story is finished when you stop writing it, it's just words on a page, it isn't finished until it gets read by someone and made into some unique visualisation in their mind, and then it gets finished in slightly different ways every time anyone reads it, and even then it's not really finished because anyone may dream up their own additions, and you have no control over that. you got inspired by others, you built on that and made something, others bring that to life and build on it - you didn't create and finish a piece in the void, you're one part of an everlasting process. and I had a mix of responses, ranging from strong agreement to "well duh" and beyond, but some people acted like that was totally stupid - like, nope the finished book is my book and it's how I want it and it's finished and that's that. idk how to tell you that you live in a society, buddy.

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